Travel Diaries
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
Catalonia
A fortnight of fun and frolics in the Catalonian sunshine. I hadn’t been there since it was all in black and white.
Brugse Beer 2017
Four days of mad geocaching under glorious skies, whilst trying to avoid a big, blue bear.
Welsh Weekend
A four-day weekend of spectacular scenery, flash cars, and expanding waistlines.
Cutting the Mustard
Our journey home was punctuated by a night over in Dijon, the home of French mustard.
Reserved Nature
A slow day for three of us while Kas went for a long run in the morning. All four of us went for a short walk in the afternoon.
Chamonix Town
Today was that traditional day in each holiday where we didn’t really do much. The weather was a bit showery and grey and we were all a bit pooped after a long day out yesterday.
Three Countries
Geocaching in three different countries in the same day. I haven’t done that for a couple of years.
Not Quite to Plan
We didn’t quite do what we’d planned to do, but what we did do ended up being good.